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"So like what?  You get off to blowing up balloons?!"  

Claire winced as she sat at the end of her bed.  Her roommate Brooke's sharp tone caused her already flushed cheeks to blush a deeper crimson.  A slender girl with light brown hair and unremarkable features, Claire had a seemingly naive cuteness to her that some found pleasing.

"It's...it's not quite like that.  It's just a dumb fantasy is all..."

The apartment stood silent, the rays of the setting sun shone through the warehouse panel style windows. Clearly showing off the main room which consisted of a living room and kitchen, usual furniture, a sofa, tv, bookcase, dining table and chairs with an counter top island in the kitchen. Next door was a single bed room with ensuite and walk in wardrobe, filled with expensive dresses. The decor, furniture and belongings all screamed success and wealth. A result of the hard work of Anita, half Italian olive skinned 29 year old who called this apartment home.

In a bland, white building, 4 volunteers risked their lives for an expirament. They would be payed $50,000 if they left unscarred. All three volunteers signed a contract on their lives.

"You signed up too?" Richard questioned.

"Yes." Nicole replied in a nervous, crackly tone.

"Where's the other subjects?" Richard said impatiently.

"I think he's already in there." She post noted at a white door. The only door besides the exit.

Despite what went on in it, the room was not visually romantic.  It started out well enough as a spare bedroom, until the bed was removed in favor of more room for Nathan and Maria's activities - or, to be more specific, for more room for Nathan because of Maria's activities.  Then the cabinets and desk went, then the paintings, until finally the room was bare.  Today, however, the floor was covered in tarps and Maria's pet project, an industrial-sized tire pump, sporting a few more mechanical additions.